All woman wish the strength of a man, all woman wish, in some form, to be dominated. Many woman are too proud or independent to believe such is true, however, within the depths of their souls, a fire burns.
"Women, in their heart, long to submit; this is necessary for the slave girl; she must submit or die; submitted, she is thrilled to the core; she lives then for love and service, bound to the will of her master. The joy of the slave girl may seem incomprehensible to the free but it is a reality"
Page 55 - Beasts of Gor
Some slaves are born into having such feelings, these are called bred slaves. Taught from a young age to desire the touch of a man, taught to need dominance, taught that there is no other way of life for them. These slaves live to please and serve, and do so passionately. For without this purpose or ability to do so, they are lost.
The art of learning your "slave belly" is to be denied touch, denied affection, denied all emotions except those needed to express the deep desires that will ignite within. When one is stripped of sight, hearing, and smell, each touch administered to the body is a hundred times more felt. Each touch sets off a different sensation within, a different feeling upon your flesh, a different stirring against your most intimate areas. When one is beaten and starved for each mistake made, things are quickly learned and engrained deeply in your mind. Eventually, left alone to your thoughts and needs, and total dependence on another to bring out those feelings, you start to feel what it is to be a slave... you start to feel that fire in your belly. In time, you yearn to be used, to serve, to please, to be owned. When you have reached this point, you have reached complete freedom.
Along with the other steps of training, all things are possible. If you believe it, you can achieve it. If you wish something with all your heart, it will happen...
"We must thus see to it that we are marvels to them, that we serve them with eagerness and perfections. This is not a matter, incidentally, of serving regardless of our will and possible desires, or in spite of them, but of actually adjusting our will and desires, in such a way that they now find expression and fulfillment even in such service."
Page 312 - Dancer of Gor
"And you want more of them, don't you?' he asked. "Yes, Master," I said, my eyes suddenly filling with tears. How helpless I was before such men. "And desperately so?" he said. "Yes, Master!" I wept. "You perhaps understand now," he said, "that there is more to slavery than collars and chains."
Page 251 - Dancer of Gor
"Sexuality is a glory in a slave girl which sets her apart from free women...The sexuality of the aroused slave girl is incomprehensible to the free woman. It is nothing she will ever understand. It is a color she can not see, a sound she can not hear..."
Page 333 - Tribesmen of Gor
"Women, I suspected, even proud, beautiful, intelligent women like Elizabeth Cardwell, secretly wish their men to be strong, and upon occasion to prove it to them, commanding them as mere females, giving them no choice but to do precisely as he wishes."
Page 177 - Assasin of Gor
"No woman, it is said, knows truly what she is until she has worn the collar."
Page 155 - Raiders of Gor
"Freedom permits a woman to live without a man. Slavery makes a woman need a mans touch... Slavery, of course, is the surest path by means of which a woman can discover her femininity. The paradox of the collar is the freedom which a woman experiences in at last finding herself, and becoming herself."
Page 160 - Magicians of Gor
"The Goreans claim that in each woman there is a free companion, proud and beautiful, worthy and noble, and in each, too, a slave girl. The companion seeks for her companion; the slave girl for her master. It is further said, that on the couch, the Gorean girl, whether slave or free, who has had the experience, who has tried all loves, begs for a master.
She wishes to belong completely to a man, withholding nothing, permitted to withhold nothing. And, of course, of all women, only a slave girl can truly belong to a man, only a slave girl can be truly his, in all ways, utterly, totally, completely, his, selflessly, at his mercy, his ecstatic slave, helpless and joyous in the total submission which she is given no choice but to yield."
Page 102 - Hunters of Gor
"I looked down upon her. "You are a wanton slave," I said. She looked up at me laughing, "A girl in a collar is not permitted inhibitions," she said. It was true, slave girls must reveal their sexual nature, totally. Do they not do so , they are beaten."
Page 278 - Marauders of Gor
"She fell to kissing me, with the lascivious, wanton joy of the slave girl, given no choice but to reveal and liberate, and act upon, completely and with perfection, her deepest, most hidden desires, even though she might in misery, scorn herself for possessing them."
Page 296 - Marauders of Gor
"On Gor, the female slave, desiring her master, yet sometimes fearing to speak to him, frightened that she may be struck, has recourse upon occasion to certain devices, the meaning of which is generally established and culturally well understood. I shall mention two such devices. There is, first, the bondage knot. The bondage knot is a simple looped knot tied into the girl"s hair and worn at the side of her right cheek or before her right shoulder. The girl approaches the master naked and kneels, the bondage knot soft, curled, fallen at the side of her right cheek or before her right shoulder.
Another device, common in Port Kar, is for the girl to kneel before the master and put her head down and lift her arms, offering him fruit, usually a larma, or a yellow Gorean peach, ripe and fresh. These devices, incidentally, may be used even by a slave girl who hates her master but whose body, trained to love, cannot endure the absence of the masculine caress."
Page 27 - Tribesmen of Gor
"There is something about being owned, and belonging to another, which is very meaningful to a woman," she said. "It is also, in a way that is hard to make clear to a man, profoundly satisfying."
Page 312 - Beasts of Gor
"Women dream not of equals," she said, "but of masters."
Page 116 - Fighting Slave of Gor
"The only freedom I would now desire," said Mira "would be the freedom to be totally a slave."
Page 296 - Blood Brothers of Gor
"She did not even respond to me, but only cried out softly, moaning. The fullness of a woman's orgasms, of course, in the totality of their physiological and psychological dimensions can be attained only by the female slave, the woman who is fully owned and finds herself at the complete mercy of a dominating and powerful master."
Page 333 - Fighting Slave of Gor
"The being of the slave, like the being of the master," she said, "is a totality."
Page 176 - Players of Gor
"And, interestingly enough, I was not discontented. I could have wishes, I suppose, for lesser men, but I did not really want lesser men. I wanted the mightiest men, the most powerful men, the most glorious men, the most ferocious, grandest men. I did not want men who were like me, I wanted men who were like men, men in whose arms, ravished, loving, crying out, overwhelmed, mastered, I could be myself, and find myself. I wanted such men, and knew in my heart that I belonged to them. I wanted a man who was greater than I, and incomparably so, one whom I must, in the order of nature obey, one to whom I must look up. and I did not care if it was from my knees, black with dust, a collar on my neck, naked, that I looked up to his glory."
Page 91 - Dancer of Gor
"I exist for you," she said, "and it is what I want, to please and serve you." She was much in love. She wanted to give all of herself to him, irreservedly, to hold nothing back, to live for him, and, if necessary, to die for him. It is the way of the female in love, for whom no service is too small, no sacrifice too great, offering herself selflessly as an oblation to the master."
Page 27 - Magicians of Gor
"It is said that a woman who has experienced slave orgasm can never thereafter be anything but a man's slave. She then knows what men can do to her, and what she herself is, a woman. Never thereafter can she be anything else."
Page 13 - Explorers of Gor
""The whip is good for us," she said. "Perhaps it is hard for you to understand that, as you are not a woman. It makes our womanhood a hundred times more meaningful. The essential point here is not being whipped, of course, which hurts, but being subject to the whip, and being truly subject to it. You see the distinction, I am sure.
We know that men are by nature sovereign over us. That comprehension requires no greater insight. Accordingly, men must then either fulfil their nature, or deny it, and in denying their nature, deny us ours, for ours is the complement to theirs. Accordingly we despise men who surrender their natural sovereignty. Surely, we would not be so stupid, would not be such weaklings and fools as to do that, if we were men. It would be too valuable and too glorious a thing to give up. Its surrender would be a tragedy.
But we are not men! We are women, and want, truly, with everything in our hearts and bellies, to be women, and we cannot be women truly if men are not truly men! Lay down the whip, and we will attack you, and undermine you, and use your own laws, institutions, and rhetorics to destroy you, inch by inch. Lift it, and we will lick your feet in gratitude.
Own us, dominate us! Enslave us, properly, so that we may love you as women are meant to love, wholly and irreservedly, totally, without thought of ourselves!" She looked at me, tears in her eyes. "Is it so wrong to want to be ourselves?" "
Page 157 - Renegades of Gor
"Her feelings were easily hurt, a valuable property in a slave girl. Too, she could not control her feelings, another excellent property in a slave girl. Her feelings, vulnerable, deep, exploitable, in her expressions and on her face, betrayed her, exposing her to men, and their amusement, as helplessly as her stripped beauty. They made har more easily controlled, more a slave. I had once seen her handwriting. It, too, was extremely feminine. I watched her dance. Too, in her belly, perhaps most important of all, burned slave fire. she would do quite well. She would bring a high price. Only a rich man, I speculated, would be able to afford her."
Page 103-104- Tribesmen of Gor
The girl looked at him, agonized.
"Then sell her," said Samos.